To Lily With Love

Music flowed like honeyed wine,

Lyre and drum beat most divine,

I saw you there shy and meek,

A rosy hue upon your cheeks,

Shades of blue you did wear,

And It was more than I could bear,

With courage from the noble mead,

Love my heart had decreed,

Then I saw to my dismay,

A handsome man dressed in grey,

He took your hand and you did smile,

My heartbeat pounding all the while,

Never would I have of thee,

For loving men is your degree,

My raindrops fall on soft sweet flowers,

While yours fall on noble towers,

I turn away with tear filled eyes,

Broken heart in disguise,

Forgetting not that night of mine,

With lyre and drum beat most divine.